To tell the truth

my memories of you are few

and grown dim with

the time that has passed

since I last saw you

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But my heart aches

when I think of the stories

(so many stories)

that I have heard

that contain your name

and I think of the stories

that could have been

but won’t

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I can’t imagine what it’s like

to be where you are now

somewhere in-between

life and death,

between this world

and whatever lies

beyond it

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It must be strange

to be alive and know

that soon you won’t be

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I can only wish you

peace and quiet and

the knowledge

that you won’t be forgotten